I am here. Really, I am. I promise.
A smile curled his lips as he gripped the handle of the small blade ever tighter.
I'm always forgotten, you are always forgetting me.
Footsteps down the corridor, the others were arriving.
I've waited, so long I've waited. For you to remember me.
The door creaked ominously as the rest of the G8 entered.
I think, perhaps, you need a little reminder.
As expected, Russia headed straight for him, but he was too fast, dodging out of the way before he could be sat on.
I know you don't mean to be cruel, but you are. And that makes others cruel.
Once everyone was seated, America rose to talk. And he raised the knife.
I didn't want to do this. I didn't want to kill you all. You could have stopped this, if you had remembered. It's your own fault.
I am here. Remember me now?
AN: Well, that was short. Looking back on it now, it's not all that good, is it?
And before anyone gets up in arms about it, this is from my deviantart.